When it hurts so till... a song for the dead

I screamed when I heard
You were on my mind
I meant to call
Wanted to call
But couldn't find the words
Or the means

I chose gospel over cigarettes
I figured you would have wanted it so

I started cleaning
I took a shower
I sang
I cried

I cry alone
even now
Joy encircles my sadness
You lived a happy, meaningful life
Even if short
And you didn't suffer long

They good die young
And the rest of us try to find goodness
In what's left of us

RIP My dear Uncle.
May perpetual light shine brightly upon you as your shone on us.

Rest in Peace Uncle Homer

My family is experiencing the first murder. Remote hills of Saint Mary in a place I couldnt call properly before I was 10. So beautiful and remote. Far from the hustle and bustle and crime of Kingston. Second murder ever, following one over 20 years ago. My grandmother's youngest sibling has been murdered. Mi chest tight. Really tight.

I having a bout with asthma over the past few days... and I have a project to complete today... so I cant really just let misself feel it... but bwoy... it dread. Over wha? Money? Bad Mind? Grudgeful? But God good. In all things. Even this. Give thanks. Just because him is God. And God alone.

To tell you the truth though... mi waan go home and cut a loud loud holla.